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Simply Talk
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Simply Talk

 

Darkness pollutes our blinded race

In silence death prevails

Yet Heaven’s Light can find no place

Within our self-made jails

 

Through ages past in sweet disguise

Devils have planted tares

Till even now before our eyes

We see their evil wares

 

For still we harbour Pharisees

Still Sadducees galore

Burdening children to their knees

Through selfish manmade law

 

We speak religious words of old

Clichés loud and clear

Like sheep grazing in any fold

Without a trace of fear

 

But is it God we aim to please?

Is Heaven’s will in mind?

Is it to Christ we bend our knees

Or idols, self made blind

 

Let’s speak plain and simple now

Once Jesus is believed

Let’s clearly preach and teach just how

Salvation is received

 

Let’s tell The Gospel one and all

As taught through Christ above

Call to the lost lift those who fall

And lead the blind to Love

 

Let’s simply see “The Church” today

Look simply to her soul

How deep she’s sunk and gone astray

From Heaven’s righteous goal…..


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Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Last Updated: Thursday, December 15, 2016

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.


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